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Would Shylyssa do this? I wonder with my breath caught in my chest. Would Ziva?

I toy with the charm. It tinkles beneath my fingers like it’s trying to tell me something. “Oh, for God’s sake—fuck it,” I decide suddenly.

I snatch up the toy, flip up the hem of my dress, and tease it inside of me. I...

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